I'd die for him. Little did I know that I would... But if I am truly dead, does this mean your dead as well? Or am I not truly dead like everyone seams to think I am? If I'm dead, how can I possibly be telling this story of mine. Get through the first few chaps and it gets better I swear! BTW this story is mostly about Matt's recovery.

I was a normal girl. I had wonderful friends, a loving, caring boyfriend and great parents that would do anything and give anything just so I would be happy and healthy. But, the summer after my freshman year of high school, I made a huge mistake while at my boyfriend, John's, house. I am now fourteen and pregnant. (This is a fiction story)